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Maybe I could find a way
I've gotta make it to L.A
I'm slipping in and out
of your mind now
I don't wanna do it that way
I'm always pushing you down
and drag you around
I turn into a jackass
when your not around
I'm feeling you out
nailing you down
You always give me something
to wrap my hand around
I made a list of rules today
I'm never gonna be the same
I put you in the back of my mind
When you keep me outta
trouble ahead
I'm tired of pushing you down
I drag you around
I fall into this trap
I could easily get around
I'm breaking it down
but where are you now
I finally learned my lesson
to change my style
needed piece of mind
I think I see this time
I break into your life
Right into your life
Right into your
Right into your
<Interldue>
Maybe I could find a way
I've gotta make it to L.A
Maybe I could find a way
I've gotta make it to L.A
Maybe I could find a way
I've gotta make it to L.A
Maybe I could find a way
I've gotta make it to L.A

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L.A. Song
GOB



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